Of Martyrs And Men - Immolation

Burdened by the world, too weak to deal with life 
Bow to show your love, bow to show devotion 
Drowning in the sickness that vomits forth deceit 
Fear not what is said, but fear what you believe 

Ravaged by their words and into their open arms 
Like thieves they'll steal your mind and use it to control 
An endless sea of faces, an endless sea of loss 
Take your place in line and serve them until the end 

Do you think you follow greatness 
Do you think you follow the divine 

Do you think you are the chose 
Do you think you are the few 

A genocide of faith 
The faithful wait their turn 

Just like slaves...hand in hand 
Just like ghosts...souls in hand 

You take their lives 
You take our hearts 
You have no shame 

You shake the world 
Dramatic stage 
For your own gain 

You say you're men 
We know you're cowards 
You pitiful fools 
The true strong remain 

Just like slaves...hand in hand 
Just like ghosts...now you're damned